A long time later, a high-end apartment in Mikacho.

Lin Xinyi found this place according to the personal address recorded on his "his own" driver's license.

If everything goes well, this will be his future home.

"It seems that 'my'''''''''''''''''''''''''''' is stronger than expected."

Standing in the corridor of the apartment and looking through the window at the towering Tokyo Tower in the distance, Lin Shinichi could already guess how exaggerated the land price here would be.

Soon, he found the door number of "his own" according to his address and walked along the corridor to the front of the door.

Slowly insert the key and turn it tentatively...

After a crisp sound, the door opened.

"Hu... very good, the address and ID are the same."

Lin Xinyi breathed a little relieved.

Pushing open the door, he carefully took a look at the situation in the entrance hall in advance.

“There is only a pair of men’s slippers on the ground.”

"The pairs of slippers placed on the shoe rack are also men's style, and they are all covered with dust. They are probably spare."

"It seems that 'I' usually live alone, and there are no outsiders coming to play at home recently."

He was afraid that "his own" what else would his parents live in his family...

If there were any, he wouldn't know how to deal with these theoretical family members.

Seeing that there was no trace of a second person living at home, Lin Xinyi's heart relaxed a lot again.

He finally stepped into his "his own" home with confidence.

The home has a large space and a high-end decoration.

In addition to being a bit dirty and messy because of the original owner's sloppy, this valuable apartment is definitely satisfying.

"So, it's time to investigate 'my's information carefully."

Just like investigating the crime scene, Lin Xin started to carefully search for clues in the house that could help him understand his identity.

The first thing that was found was the suicide note left by the original owner.

This suicide note is shady on the bedside table, and its content is outrageously simple:

"I've been trapped in the abyss."

“Only death can give me relief.”

It has no beginning and no end, so people can't understand why he committed suicide.

But Lin Xinyi still tried hard to read some useful content from these two short lines:

"The suicide note did not mention any family and friends, nor did they leave a word."

"Is it because... he knows that the people who are important cannot see this suicide note at all?"

"It seems that his family and friends are not around, and his interpersonal circle is also very narrow."

This was obviously a tragedy for the original owner.

But it is a good thing for Lin Xinyi.

For him, a fake guy who has no memory of the original owner, the narrower the original owner's interpersonal circle, the better.

"But...'I'm in the abyss'?"

"What exactly happened to him..."

"It doesn't look like a emotional difficulty, is it a problem in the workplace?"

"Or... is this guy related to something illegal or criminal?"

Lin Xinyi felt something was wrong, so he speeded up his movements and continued to search.

And when he casually pulled open the drawer of the bedside table where the suicide note was placed, the things inside suddenly sank his heart: "This is...Beretta M92F!"

Lin Xinyi looked at the black pistol he had just taken out of the bedside table in amazement.

There is also a box of yellow bullets next to it, shining with a unique metallic luster in the sun.

"If I remember correctly, Japan is also a country with strict gun control, right?"

"This guy actually has pistols and bullets in his house..."

"He's not a criminal, right?"

He couldn't help but feel a numbness in his scalp.

But soon, the things placed next to the pistol immediately made him feel relieved:

It was a "Gun Holding a License" issued by the Japanese government, proving that the original owner had a gun legally.

"Fortunately, this gun is legal."

"I hope he's just an ordinary gun lover."

Lin Xinyi temporarily suppressed his doubts and continued to search in the messy drawer.

Soon, something more important was found:

It was a badge-style work permit.

There is Lin Xinyi's ID photo and very important career information:

"Classic Name: Lin Xinyi"

"Position: Director of Safety"

“Baobai Biopharmaceutical Co., Ltd.”

Obviously, the original owner was in a biopharmaceutical company.

In addition, the work permit also states the specific address of the pharmaceutical company.

"Safety Director, what is this position?"

"Does there be such a position in a pharmaceutical company?"

Lin Xinyi entered the police system after graduation and had never worked in a company.

In his impression as an amateur, the safety director is probably a senior position responsible for supervising the production safety of the enterprise.

And it also contains the word "general"... I have to be a leader anyway.

If you look at it this way, the original owner should be very proud in the workplace, and there is a high probability that someone will support him - otherwise, in a more senior-level society like Japan, it would be difficult for a 24-year-old young man to become a leader.

If Lin Xinyi can successfully inherit the original owner's work, he should be able to save a lot of effort.

"But...biological drugs?"

"This has nothing to do with my profession."

Lin Xinyi had a headache:

Although both forensics and biomedicine have the word "medical", they are basically different things.

He had never studied biology or pharmacology, but he could not do such a job.

The safety director is a technical job at first glance. If he does not have a certain professional knowledge, it will probably be difficult to make up for the numbers.

"Forget it, just quit."

"I probably won't make this salary."

"And, I probably don't have to make a fortune on my salary."

Lin Xinyi threw the work permit aside and quickly made a small plan in his heart:

The original owner lives in a high-end apartment and probably has a lot of savings.

Then I just need to sell the house, withdraw my savings, and then fly back to my motherland directly.

You know, it's more than 20 years ago...

As long as you have money to invest, you can go to heaven.

It is impossible to work when working, so you can only make a living by speculating in real estate and stocks.

Lin Xinyi was dreaming of rebirth and becoming rich, and at the same time he did not let go of the action of searching.

Soon, another extremely important thing was found.

That was a passbook from Siling Bank.

"+892300.00"

"Hiss... This guy actually earns 890,000 yen after tax income in one month?"

An ordinary six-digit number printed on the passbook with fragrant ink will give birth to a kind of happy magic.

But this joy did not last long, because he immediately saw a series of big minus signs behind the plus sign.
To be continued...